Once my crying had finally halted, I left my mom's closet to try to get some sleep. Before I go to my room, I walk to the kitchen to take some Tylenol and get a glass of water. I see Harry on the balcony playing my dad's guitar. I want so badly just to walk out there to hear him play and sing, but I can't.

I take the pain reliever and return to my room to go to bed, and sleep eventually comes to me.

---

I spent the day with my dad at the hospital, catching up on everything that's been going on in England and school. Even though my mom hasn't waken up yet, I feel much better being with her. I'm hopeful, but every now and then I'll get discouraged. Seeing her breaks my heart more than it already has. I wish I could do something. I feel guilty that I left her when she needed me the most. I'm a terrible daughter, no matter how many times my dad tries to convince me otherwise.

"Aubrey, why don't you go home to Harry?" My dad says to me.

"I would rather be here with mom." I answer honestly.

"Is something going on with you two? Every other time you two are together, he won't leave you're side, but I've hardly seen him since you two got here."

Why is he so observant?

"I don't really want to talk about it." I look away from him. I'm afraid if I talk about it, I'll fall apart again.

"I understand, but whatever it is, you can talk to me. You know that, right?"

"I know." I tell him. "We're just going through some things right now, and I don't know what's going to happen to us." I admit.

"Well, just remember that he's here. After whatever happened, he still loves you. He flew all the way here for you, there's no denying that he loves you."

"I know." I nod.

My dad's right, if Harry meant what he said, he wouldn't be here. But that doesn't make what he said okay. I'm not forgiving him just because he came here with me.

"Go work things out with him... Your mother will be disappointed if you two don't work out, she loves that boy." He laughs, and the sound of it makes me smile.

"Okay." I stand up and hug him tightly before leaving.

---

When I get home, I have every intention to take my dad's advice to work things out with Harry, but I can't bring myself to doing it. When I see him as I get inside, my anger, frustration, and sadness from the situation returns.

"How is she?" Harry stands up once he sees me.

"The same." I say without looking at him.

I walk upstairs to the laundry room and begin folding some clothes my mom left in the dryer. I need to keep myself occupied so I don't drown myself with my own thoughts.

"Aubrey, I can't keep quiet anymore. I know you have a lot on your plate right now, but let me explain. Just give me five minutes, and then I'll shut up." Harry's voice startles me when he enters the laundry room a minute later.

I continue to fold the clothes and don't say anything. He takes this as his cue, and begins talking.

"Aubrey, I am so sorry for every single thing I said. I was just having a bad week, and it all built up before I blew up on you. I wish I could take everything back, because I didn't mean it. Well, you probably do deserve someone better than me, but I'm too selfish to let that happen."

I keep folding the clothes and try to hold back the tears. I don't know what it's going to take for me to forgive him, but I'm not ready yet.

"When you would talk about becoming a doctor, I would get jealous because I don't know what I want to do. I have no idea, really. I'm so proud that you have a bright future ahead of you, but I hate that I don't even have a clue what my future is going to be."

"But you told me to move, Harry. You know how much that hurt me? That you would go far enough as to tell me to leave?" A tear escapes my eye without permission. Reliving our argument makes me frustrated all over again.

"Will you stop folding the damn clothes for one minute, Aubrey!" He yells and pulls my arms so I'm now facing him.

"Why? So you can yell at me again?" I cry. "Harry, seeing you like that scared me. I have never seen you so cold and heartless. Where did my sweet, caring Harry go? The one I met at my house the summer before senior year?"

"I'm still here, Aubrey!" He yells in frustration.

"Do you know how it felt when you told me you didn't want me there? Well I'll tell you, it felt like my heart shattered into fifty billion pieces. I felt like someone stole all of the air in the world so I couldn't breath."

"I know Aubrey, I'm so sorry. You have to understand that I'll never act like that again! I was feeling shitty about myself, and I took it out on you. I was angry because you have your life together, and I don't. When gran told me about your mum, I realized I was being an ass and I needed to be better to you, I-"

"No Harry! You don't know how I felt!" I cut him off and push my way past him to leave the room that seems to be getting smaller and smaller.

"Yes I do! Remember when you left me this summer because you were too scared to be away from me? Yeah, I felt the same way." His eyes turn dark, and his lack of emotion sends a shiver through my body.

"You can't even compare that to this, Harry! I did that because I love you, I did it because I was worried about what would happen if we continued to date but lived far away from each other. You, on the other hand, pushed me away because you're an asshole." I cry. I'm surprised I am still able to speak between the sobs escaping my mouth.

"I know, and I'm sorry! He threads his fingers through his hair. "Look, I don't know what else to tell you to make you believe that I didn't mean anything I said."

"So you're giving up on me?" I whisper.

What the hell does he mean? As much as I hate arguing with him, I don't want him to give up. I understand everything he is saying, but he hasn't said the right thing yet. I don't know what that thing is, but somehow, I'm still not convinced.

"No! Never!" He looks at me like I'm crazy. "I just, I want to sing you something."

My heart begins to race with his words.

"I know you like it when I sing, and I knew you'd be stubborn about forgiving me, so I figured you listen better if I sang to you how I feel." He says and walks over to grab my dad's guitar that he has become very fond of.

"Please, just listen." He whispers before I take a seat on the couch across from him.

I feel like my heart is about to break out of my chest from the excessive beating it's doing.




What's your all time high, your good as it gets?
Your hands down best ever make-up sex?
What's your guilty pleasure, your old go to?
Well if you asked me, mine would be you

What's your worst hangover, your best night yet?
Your 90 proof, your Marlboro Red?
The best damn thing you lucked into
That's easy girl, mine would be you

Mine would be you
Sun keeps shining, back road flying
Singing like crazy fools
Making up our own words
Laughing 'til it hurts
Baby, if I had to choose
My best day ever
My finest hour, my wildest dream come true
Mine would be you

What's the greatest chapter in your book?
Are there pages where it hurts to look?
What's the one regret you can't work through?
You got it baby, mine would be you
Yeah you got it baby, mine would be you

Mine would be you
Taillights fading
Daylight breaking
Standing there like a fool
When I should've been running
Yellin' out something
To make you wanna hold on to
The best love ever
Girl, can you tell me
The one thing you'd rather die than lose?
Cause mine would be you
Mine would be you.


"Aubrey, this song means everything I'm feeling, it describes it perfectly." Harry says as he finishes the song and kneels in front of me so we are eye-level.

My cheeks are drenched with my own tears, but I don't remove my hands from his to wipe them.

"I was so lucky to meet you, and so lucky to have you give me a chance. You are as good as gets, sometimes I feel like I need to pinch myself when I see my beautiful girlfriend smiling because she's just too good to be true. You are my dream, before I met you, it was my dream to find someone who wouldn't hurt me, someone I could be happy with.. When I found you, I found my dream. You are the best part of me."

He removes his hand from mine on my lap to wipe the tears from my face.

"I regret every single word I said to you. When gran told me you were leaving, I thought you were really moving back home. I felt like I wanted to die, Aubrey, really. If I don't have you, I don't want anything else. I would much rather die than lose you, I can't stress that enough. I need you, and I was an idiot for letting you think otherwise. Please know that if I could take back that day, I would in a heartbeat." A tear falls from his own eye as he finishes, but he is quick to wipe it away.

"I.." I'm not sure what I want to say.

"Say something, anything." Harry begs.

"I just need some time to think." I tell him and get up before running to my room.

Despite is beautiful song, and the fact that he said everything I needed to hear, there's something inside of me that can't allow myself to forgive him. The pain and suffering just from his careless mistake was too much.

Notes

Here's a double update :)

ily guys for commenting, keep it up!!!

Do you think Aubrey should forgive Harry?!

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oh, and one last thing! The song Harry sings is "Mine Would Be You," By Blake Shelton :) listen to it for the full effect haha